Music:postal service- "the district sleeps alone tonight"
loosen these bolts.
context sounds like wood glue. binding the shards of a china sugar dish together in a new shape, with sharp wings, legs made from bed springs. all the girls in evening gowns with fashionable handguns for accessories. the boys go in for ostentatious displays of firepower as a rule, like beretta's new high velocity rotary minigun. you can tell by their HVAP ammo that they've got no place here. i can practically feel their balls creep back into their abdomens when i walk by. if wheat could flinch before the scythe, this is how harvest morning would look. quick, nobody drop anything shiny. there is a barracuda in the school.